Kevin McCarron, a 24 year old student who graduated from Providence College, had stopped by Artichoke Basille’s Pizza, an upscale pizza place on one of Greenwich Village’s narrow tree-lined streets where cafes, taverns and restaurants cater to the large student population in nearby New York University.
But while McCarron, his brother and his friends, had stopped by Artichoke Basille’s, at 111 McDougal Street, Sherif Rizk was celebrating his graduation as a Political Science student at Brooklyn College, along with a gang of Muslim friends a little way down at 119 McDougal Street where Mamoun’s Falafel Restaurant to the left of a sleazy ATM and the Comedy Cellar.
In the seventies, the Village Voice had claimed that Henry Kissinger could take a lesson from Mamoun’s where “Arabs and Jews” eat the same table. But the lesson that would be tonight was of a very different kind.
The Muslim group was sitting on the car that McCarron and his friends were planning to drive home from their New York City outing and became aggressive when they were asked to get off.
McCarron, who had graduated with a degree in public and community services studies and participated in a Catholic church’s ministry for “the study and practice of nonviolence”, tried to defuse the situation.
“We are going to f— you up,” one of the Muslims answered. Arming themselves with a baseball and tire irons from the trunk of their car, at least seven of them assaulted Kevin McCarron, fracturing his skull.